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- 13 -Bertie left and Woofie stayed. Even though he and I had gotten off to a shaky start, he was starting to grow on me. Bertie probably figured I needed the company, if not the protection. I knew what she was thinking; I was thinking the same thing. George was a two-timing j******f with some floozy b***h. Strangely, I found little comfort in imagining him plunging buck n***d into the blizzard. He would be dead from exposure by now. Perhaps she came to his rescue, wrapping him up in her mink coat or something. Bertie had told me that the police had George’s truck towed to the impound lot. If George went back for his truck, it would be gone, along with his clothes. Surprise! You’re f****d! Bad choice of words.
sheI plodded up the stairs to the loft and approached the closet where
